XXVIII.

"Mother, mother, can I dream Beneath your earthly trees? I had a vision and a gleam, I heard a sound more sweet than these When rippled by the wind: Did you see the Dove with wings Bathed in golden glisterings From a sunless light behind, Dropping on me from the sky, Soft as mother's kiss, until I seemed to leap and yet was still? Saw you how His love-large eye Looked upon me mystic calms, Till the power of His divine Vision was indrawn to mine?